"And what happens now?" I asked, following her as she stood to leave the viewing room. I retrieved my phone from the safe while she checked her own device.
"Aftercare. It's the most vital part," Charlie said firmly. "It’s the moment you provide sanctuary for the person who just gave you their pleasure. If you’ve just been through a heavy session, for example, the dominant tends to the skin, ensuring the sting fades. It’s crucial. That way, your brain only holds onto the pleasure and the care, not the pain."
"And why is it always spanking and bondage that you use as examples?" I asked, curious about the focus.
"It’s simple—I’m not going to lecture you on fetishes that only a small percentage of our patrons share," Charlie replied matter-of-factly. "Those are things you discover gradually with your partner. It’s not my place to define them for you. But impact and restraint? Those are the cornerstones. And kneeling... kneeling before your Dominant is the ultimate sign that you are surrendering yourself one hundred percent."
The mere thought of being at Kelsey’s feet made my entire body tense with a sudden, sharp anticipation.
"I have a few appointments scheduled, so I have to head out," Charlie said, checking her watch. "I hope you have a wonderful end of the year, Megan."
"You too, Charlie." She greeted me with two kisses on the cheek before signaling an employee to escort me to the exit.
As I walked through the lobby of the building, I passed a man whose face was hauntingly familiar, though I couldn't quite place his name. I shook it off, telling myself it was just the adrenaline playing tricks on my memory.
By the time I reached the hotel, the weight of the day had finally caught up with me. I spent the next few hours unpacking, a tedious task, but necessary. I finished late into the night, and just as I collapsed onto the bed, my phone buzzed with a video call from Kelsey.
She was sitting at a desk in what looked like a high-end hotel suite. Behind her, the large, pristine bed sat empty and unmade in the background.
"Kitty, why don’t you come here before D.C.? I want you... badly."Kelsey’s smile was captivating. I was dying to bury my face in the crook of her neck and never come up for air.
"I really need to get to D.C. first," I explained softly. "I have to make sure my things arrived and check out my new office. I promise I won’t be long." She glanced at her watch, falling silent for a few beats before meeting my gaze again.
"For me, it feels like an eternity. Especially knowing how close you are."
"I agree. Actually... I went to the club today." I watched her shift in her chair, looking visibly uncomfortable. She cleared her throat, her expression hardening as she locked eyes with mine.
"And was it good?"
Is she jealous? I decided to push just a little further to be sure. "It was great. I learned a few things. You know... in practice."
"Megan, you promised me you wouldn't engage in BDSM with anyone else."She was pissed. I debated whether to keep up the charade, but the tension was already high enough.
"I know. But I needed to feel prepared for you. I didn't know the first thing about aftercare, for example." I watched Kelsey’s hands grip the armrests of her chair, her knuckles turning white.
"And who, exactly, performed aftercare on you?"She rasped. I desperately wanted to laugh, but I chose to clear the air instead.
"Charlie showed me a spanking session with a man who was trying something new. Then she spent the rest of the time answering my 'silly' questions. I was just... anxious." I saw the tension bleed out of her hands and her jaw. Her gaze softened instantly.
"Gee, Megan. You could have just said it was theoretical,"she murmured, and I offered a small, knowing smile.
"And miss seeing you jealous? Never," I confessed.
"It’s not jealousy in the possessive sense," she started to say, shaking her head before catching herself. "Actually, that’s a lie. It is. I don't want you being submissive to anyone else."
"And I’m just supposed to accept you dominating others?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"And who told you I was dominating anyone else?"She countered. I realized then that she’d never actually said she was.
"Well... you’re there, taking classes..." I stammered, making her laugh.
"My God, you are so delicious that I need to learn some serious restraint around you. I want to leave marks on you, rip your clothes off, and devour you in every way possible. That’s probably not good for either of us."
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, laughing and taking a deep breath to steady myself. The excitement was pooling in my gut, fueled by the belief that she truly only wanted me.
"Tomorrow at midnight, I'll be at the airport," I said with a giddy smile. "Is there anything specific you’d like me to wear?"
"That cream-colored lingerie from the photos. Actually, come as you like, but keep that in your bag. I’ve been dreaming about you wearing it."
